Pounding. Continual pounding against his temple. The pain rapidly thumping against his skull brought Leroy Jethro Gibbs slowly from drunken oblivion. The sure form of a women laid spread over his bare chest, something about it didn't feel normal, but he was too hungover to open his eyes and analyse just what it was. He tightened his arm around the women's neck, tucking her head more snuggly against his neck, her even breathing hitting his flesh. He remembered going for drinks with his team, not something he usually did, but truthfully his acceptance was more to do with the fact that his ziver looked gorgeous and he didn't want anyone hitting on her. He chuckled in his mind, he was bound to be a little possessive, she was practically a goddess, she could do so much better but by some miracle she wanted him. He felt the breath on his neck become uneven, knowing that this meant his companion was awakening he murmered " morning ziver" against the woman's temple. "Morning babe" was sighed out against his neck in a voice that definately did not belong to Ziva.
He sat bolt upright, forcing his unwillingly eyes to open. When he did he wished he hadn't. In his bed was a redhead who had a lot more weight to her compared to ziva. She wasn't someone that he would call attractive, her leery eyes were glaring at him for removing her from her comfy position against him. All over the bedroom floor were clothes tossed carelessly, obviously havinf been removed in a hurry. He was disgusted with himself to the core when he saw both their underwear in the mix. He was naked, she was naked. What the help had he done? Where was Ziva? So many questions were rolling around his head. He raked a shaking hand over his face, trying to block out everything.
The women laid beside him chose that moment to sling her leg over him, ensuring both their centres were touching before putting her lips to his ear and rasping out " ready for round 4 sugar". He placed,his hand on her ankle and unhooked her from himself. Round 4? Never in his life,had he felt so ashamed. Flashes of the night before were attacking his senses, he remembered kissing this woman at the bar. Ziva was there. He remembers going to the bathroom with her, fucking her in there. His team was still there for that. That would mean Ziva had to have watched and probably heard... No! He had screwed up more than he ever had before. He had cheated for the first time in his life, cheated on a woman that he loved more than any before her. Worse though was that he had done it blatantly, practically shoved her face in it. " What's wrong" the redhead said, trying to capture his cheek with the palm of her hand. " You need to leave, last night was a huge mistake." " Well you had no complaints last night" retorted the woman, throwing herself from his bed and reaching for various items of clothing. He placed his head in his hands and listened as she stomped down his stairs, slamming his door on her way out. One thing was on his mind. Ziva.